Tonight, as my cousin and I had a pause in our music-making, we heard our grandma’s voice on the answering machine, telling us to pick up the phone. My uncle rushed into the kitchen and picked up the phone, and then spoke with her for a little while, while my cousin and I moved to and sat quietly at the warming fire.
Not one of us had had any idea that the phone was even ringing. We were simply playing the opening song from Jesus Christ Superstar on the piano (well, my cousin was playing that part), and singing along to it with the odd word discrepancy here and there (It’s amazing how well I can remember the words, despite having not heard it in possibly years.). With that song, as you must know if you have ever heard it, it is impossible not to sing and play passionately and, well, loudly. So, it’s no wonder, really, that we hadn’t heard the phone ringing, even though the phone is actually quite loud when it rings… If you don’t know the song, look it up and listen to it. Imagine playing and singing that in your living room for some evening time fun. (Hint: It’s a blast.) ;D